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Rush

Some people got their rushes from alcohol. Others from drugs. Some people were adrenaline junkies. Or liked to drive fast cars.

Bruce had always got his rushes from beating the shit out the Gotham's underworld. From flinging the Joker into a cold cell in Arkham and then driving the Batmobile home at ridiculous speeds. Sure, saving the world was an achievement, but hardly a rush.

Repelling the invaders from Mars hadn't been what he'd call a rush - more a satisfaction at getting them off his planet. When the Watchtower was built, and the Justice League formed, that wasn't a rush either. It was a: great. More things for me to find funding for. More things that required his attention.

"I'm not exactly a people person." He turned to Superman with a smirk. "But when you need help – and you will – give me a call."

He got into the elevators, intending on going to the hanger and flying the Batwing back to Gotham. Just before the doors closed, he caught Wonder Woman's eye. She smiled. His stomach clenched slightly, a wave of tingles swept over him, and he had the uncharacteristic urge to smile back.

He didn't, but it wasn't until the elevator doors closed that he realised. Her smile gave him a rush. Huh.

It continued.

Saving her life after knocking her from the path of an oncoming bus.

A kiss on the cheek in Africa.

A dance in Paris.

Her body pressed against his when they sparred.

A fake kiss in an Indian restaurant.

Seeing her human again after Circe's spell was removed.

A real kiss soon after that.

Her hand in his as they walked in the manor grounds.

The gasps of pleasure he elicited from her lips as they made love.

Knowing she meant it with every fibre of her being when she said, 'I do'.

The strongest rush of his life when she gently handed him their baby daughter.

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